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Before you get excited – this is not a review of the sweet Usher album from 2004 – this is a legitimate confession that has been some time coming, but that I feel it is finally time to make, regardless of the shame associated with it.

This is undoubtedly going to piss some of you right off, but, before you have a freak out, I would urge you to read to the end of the post because, while this is going to start out badly, I’m hoping there will be a happy ending.

So… Here we go…

I hate Star Wars.

There. I’ve said it. I’ve written it down and published it on the inter-webs, so now it’s going to exist forever.

I hate Star Wars. I’ve never wanted to be a Jedi Knight, I don’t get the whole obsession with Han Solo or Princess Leia. Adn as for Luke… look Luke, Darth Vader is your dad, okay, get over it. I do have a soft spot for Chewy, but that could just be my predilection for hairy men coming out, because Chewy alone can’t win me over to the franchise. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that I’ve never seen these films, I’ve just never understood why people love them so much. I’ve always found them a little silly.

(Chewy clearly disapproves of me right now. Sorry Chewy)

But that’s not to say that I want to.

Many times over the decades that I’ve been alive, I’ve tried to change this truth, I’ve tried to conceal it, deny it or just make myself scarce whenever the subject of the Star Wars franchise has come up. I even went and sat through all of the new prequels when they were released, just hoping that they were going to change my life and my mind… Jar-Jar Binks, you did nothing to improve my feelings. Even Hayden Christensen couldn’t sway me to the dark side, and by God, I wanted him to.

I’ve managed to spend the last few years living in blissful denial of my secret shame but, once again, it seems a new Star Wars film is being released. Both my brother and sister, who already have their pre-release movie tickets, have been looking down their noses at me in disgust. I’m sure they’re questioning how we can even be related (but hey, I’ve asked myself that question many times, so I’m not losing too much sleep over it), but, rather than hanging my head in shame this time and just copping their disdain, I’ve decided to try again with this franchise… well, the original ones anyway.

So, over the next three weeks, rather than recommending a movie that you all should watch, I am going to re-watch all of the Star Wars films and see if time and absence from the realm hasn’t made my heart grow fonder. I’ll watch each one at least one time over the weekends and then follow it up the following week with some of my thoughts.

Hopefully the power of the Jedi isn’t really missing from my spiritual make-up but has just been lying dormant in my heart all these years. You all better pray to Yoda for me, though, I feel like the force needs to be strong with this one…

Yeah…I totally get you. Thankfully none of my friends or family is that big on Star Wars (in fact, I am not sure how big Star Wars actually is in Germany, it is certainly not one of the franchises which is regularly rerun like Harry Potter, Star Trek or Lord of the Rings). It’s not like I hate the original trilogy (let’s forget the prequels) but I also don’t get what the fuss is about. They are not THAT good.